He drove, pedal to the metal as he rushed back to the motel.
From how he felt, he was going to have another headache, and it was going to be a big one. He didnt even bother to park the car, he just left it there, in the middle of the road.
He ran to his room, shut the door and braced himself...
Then came the sharp-shooting pain. It was like finger nails on a chalkboard, with his heightened hearing. He also heard a sudden outburst, but it wasnt his own.
His knees went weak and he collapsed to the floor.
He hated this, he had no control over it, no power, the threat of vulnerability crawling all over him.
He pushed himself up, ran to the bottle of water he kept on the table and gulped down the aspirin he's bought.
It appears he'll be visiting an old friend tomorrow, the only one who could know what the hell was going on.